a winter wind whispers
with discontent and rain
to streak a tint of sorrow
upon the windowpane
and if I listen blindly
I hear it once again
a ghost of passing seasons
tears and somber pain
reminders of the reasons
regrets are all in vain
the winter wind is waging
a final lost campaign
surrendering to spring
that murmurs its refrain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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